On the distant shores of USA was a small speed boat and on the land were a few individuals who all stayed staring at the water.
Tracy, Lily, and Kila were looking out to the ocean as if waiting for something. Soon, something emerged from the water and landed on the ground close to them with a loud thud.
It was Dexter with his wings and he was drenched, with a huge gash on the left side of his chest.
"That looks bad." Kila said as she held his hand and Lily only looked at him with a worried face.
The wound on his chest was slowly healing and Dexter kept quiet and walked away from them.
He stayed under a tree and then dismissed his coat and black top which were ruined and then he summoned them again, looking dry, fine and new.
He walked back to them and sat on the sand and stared at the horizon.
"What do we do?" Lily asked Kila who was just in the distance looking at Dexter and she too didn't know what to do or say.
